The boys next door
Chapter Three
When I pulled into the coffee shop my first thought was 'Hipster.'
I mean, please.
The windows had beaded curtains in multicolors, the chairs were what you would call 'vintage' but I would call 'old.'
But, it did sort of have a homy feel to it.
I sat down and ordered a chai latte, toying with the strings on the window.
"Chai Latte, anything else?" I looked up and accepted my drink from the tall dark haired boy. He was wearing a plain green shirt which accented his gray eyes and black skinny jeans. "No, thanks." I smiled and he sort of saluted me but ended up nearly poking his eye out, I giggled as he walked away.
I pushed my empty mug to the edge of the table a few minutes later and I left a tip, he was cute afterall. And as I stood he came waltzing over. He passed by the table and came up to me. "I'm Tony, sorry about earlier, I kind of make a fool of myself in front of cute girls." He blushed and I figured I did too.
"Uh, Thanks? I think.." He smiled and flipped his wavy hair, "See you around some time?" I nodded, "Yeah for sure."
"This day has been pretty good.." I spoke to myself on the ride home.
"I think i'll go down there again tomorrow. I mean, that boy was really cute."
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I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST HIPSTERS. lol.
JUST THIS GIRLS POINT OF VIEW.
Another short story by swimmyshark
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